A poem about lost love. Without love, hope would also died. All one could remember was sweet lies.

A poem about lost love.

This is a poem about the wonderful gift of nature that God has provided for us and how I am in the company of God, when I am in nature.

Since I have become fascinated with alternative medicine I have found that more and more wild flowers and plants considered to be weeds are actually a cornucopia of health benefits. For months now I have been trying to get a picture of a particular flower I was told was feverfew but now I find it isn’t. I finally succeeded in getting a clear picture though after laying in the grass today. Do you know what this is?

Poem about spring and the beauty this season brings.

If we are to spend our last day on earth, how would we want to spend It?

I spent the season as a field worker evaluating post-fire vegetation in the Mojave, and Great Basin.

Defining love in the world of a wife and mother.